- Prince Vekar: Ah... Ah... Achoo!
- [to an X Borg]
- Prince Vekar: Ooh, tissue, tissue. Get a trash can. You think I want this for a souvenir?
- Levira: Sire, I believe I found a cure. You've gotten a virus from Earth, a germ.
- Prince Vekar: I don't care what it's called. Achoo! Just fix it.
- Levira: I've determined that if you're injected with happiness from humans, you'll get better right away. I've found a commander that can absorb happiness into his staff.
- Prince Vekar: What are you waiting for? Get him in here already.
- Argus: He's on his way right now, boss. Allow me to introduce Desolar.
- Desolar: My staff is picking huge amounts of happiness. I'll get you cured before you know it. I'll drain happiness from the humans leaving them to feel it ever again. Just give me the word, and it's all yours, sire.
- Prince Vekar: You have the word, and the word is "get it done." Achoo!
- Prince Vekar: I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
- Damaras: I'm sorry, your highness. We want you to get better soon too. Believe me. Because we're sick of your whining.
- Prince Vekar: No. Oh, what I'm really sick with is a bad case of Ranger-itis. Ohh, oh.
- Levira: Put him in bed till he gets better, and I'll maximize Desolar so the Rangers...
- [coughs]
- Levira: Get much worse. Achoo!